and women, as if the wrongs they bore had made them untrustworthy. Romescos, ever employed in his favourite trade, is busily engaged chaining upassorting the pairs. One by one they quietly submit to the proceeding, until he reaches harry. That ministerofthegospel piece of property thinks,that is, is foolish enough to think,his nigger religion a sufficient guarantee against any inert propensity to run away. Now, good master, save my hands from irons, and my heart from pain. Trust me, let me go unbound my old master trust me wid is life